A BIRD WITHOUT WINGS. By Anne.M.Kenyon

There isn’t a song that anyone sings
That’s as sad as the song of a bird without wings.
The song of a bird confined to a cage,
The song of a bird who has felt human rage.
The song of a bird that’s ignored night and day,
No sign of good food, no toys, and no play.
Hear that pain as this lonely bird sings,
That is the song of a bird without wings.

The bird that is ill, knowing no-one will care
The bird who’s life is loveless and bare.
The bird, who in fear has panicked and bit
And therefore been screamed at, sworn at and hit.
These are the birds who sing their own song,
Quietly, sadly, but all day long.
If you care, you will hear what this lonely bird sings,
This is the song of a bird without wings.

But sometimes, along comes a person cares,
Then the bird hears the song that the ‘RESCUER’ shares!
And the bird stops to listen, and tilts it’s sweet head,
As it hears new sweet words that it’s never heard said.
Can you sing to these birds? Help them learn a new song?
Can you show them their pain will not last all life long?
Oh PLEASE be the person who lovingly sings,
And gives flight to a bird,
A bird without wings.

A.M.Kenyon

THE HUMAN HAND. By Anne.M.Kenyon

I didn’t ask to be your pet,
You said you wanted me.
I was taken away from the world I knew,
Though not unwillingly.
I’d learned to trust the human hand,
With its soft and gentle touch,
So patiently I waited for
The caress I loved so much.
I meant no harm that day I screeched,
I just wanted you to see
That someone lived behind those bars,
I thought you had forgotten me.
Then the human hand I loved so much
Came through my tiny door;
But it offered me no gentleness
As it knocked me to the floor.
A feeling welled inside of me,
Like I had never known.
I felt frightened, hurt, confused and lost
Within the bars of my new home.
But patiently I waited
For that hand to treat me right,
But it rarely came to bring me food,
And there were no toys in sight.
In boredom and in loneliness,
In hunger and despair
I slowly ripped my feathers out,
But no-one helped, you didn’t care.
So I learned to hate the human hand
As it slammed down on my cage,
It held a brand new meaning now,
Fear, pain, and rage.
And then one day a stranger came,
And to my great surprise,
Gentle words came from her mouth,
And tears welled in her eyes.
But then the terror filled my heart,
For that human who had cried,
Opened up my tiny door,
And put those human hands inside.
I screamed in panic, fear and dread,
As I waited for the pain
That the human hand would give me
As it slammed me once again.
But gently I was lifted
From my prison, cold and bare;
But still I bit at those human hands
In my terror and despair.
The new prison I was taken to
Was somewhat different to my home.
Fresh food was all around me,
And toy friends to call my own.
And the human hands that touched me
Brought on me no more pain,
And slowly as the weeks went by,
My ravaged feathers grew again.
And as the weeks passed into months,
I began to understand,
That once again I could begin
To trust the human hand.

I’m old now, really very old;
But my memories are clear,
Of the gentle hand that soothed the pain
From the hand I’d learned to fear.
I’m tired now, really very tired,
Many years my life has spanned,
So I close my eyes for one last time,
Safe and warm in the human hand.

Anne.M.Kenyon

FOREVER IS ME. A.M.Kenyon

I happened to learn many years ago
Not to put my heart on show.
And something in my heart held tight
To that vow I’d made that terrible night.

Id called my natural call that night,
And it filled my carer with terrible spite.
When he heard my beautiful call,
He flung me hard against a wall.

I didn’t know what I’d done wrong,
To me, my voice was my natural song.
But my voice was silenced with a terrible crack,
I knew to stay silent as I felt my wing snap.

So I silently learned to be my own friend,
I needed something that never would end.
And that is how I came to see,
When the world turns away,
I only have me.

So when you see me standing here,
On a lonely perch, and showing no fear,
And my aggression keeps all you people at bay,
Will ONE of you hear what I’m trying to say??

I’m sorry I failed to be your sweet child,
I’m sorry my instincts are naturally wild.
And I’m so sorry that none of you seem to see
That I’m NOT a bad bird, I’m what YOU’VE made me be.


Believe me , it took time for me to learn
Not to need, and not to yearn.
But you taught me this lesson as my carer you see,
The world is a danger, so I only have me.

But I do have a dream, in my weary old heart,
That someone will care, and ignore the rough start.
I know only pain, so I’ll share it for free,
But somebody out there must see the real me??

I hope that someday I can be someone’s ‘child’
And I hope they love the me that is wild.
But I’m just a bird who can never be free,
But I’ll never lose sight of ‘forever is me’.

I can change to a point, to accommodate you;
I can be what you want me to be.
But do you care enough to accept what I am?
I am a BIRD! And forever is me.

PETER’S SONG   By Anne.M.Kenyon

Your time has come to spread your wings,
To lift your head and fly.
So glide my lovely feathered friend
To your own rainbow in the sky.
Your feathers,once so tattered and worn
Are so beautiful today!
Feel the air rush past you
As you glide along your way.
How beautiful your eyes are!
How bright they gleam and shine!
See how your lovely colours glow,
Untarnished by age and time!
You are free my lovely feathered friend!
Your true beauty has found release!
Heaven has opened its doors to you,
Fly free, it's your turn for peace.
And one day I'll come looking for you,
When it's my turn to soar through the skies.
And you'll remember how much I loved you,
When I look, once again, in your eyes.
Go now! Fly away! You beautiful bird!
Just head towards that light!
Heaven awaits your beauty,
Godbless, my dear friend,
And goodnight.

XXX

SNOWY’S SONG  By Anne.M.Kenyon

It seems I’ve come to stay awhile,
Please show me where I’ll sleep.
Don’t touch me, loving touch is not
A memory I keep.

Don’t ask of me to trust you,
I wont be here that long.
.Don’t ask of me to greet you
With a happy joyful song.

I’ll be glad of food and water,
What I have is somewhat stale.
There is no need to call a vet,
I never seem to ail.

Don’t talk to me of future,
I can live well day by day.
It’s a gift that I’ve acquired,
As I’m always sent away.

Don’t cry for me, I’m quite alright,
I have no dreams or hopes.
I had them once, so long ago,
They’re the things that hurt the most..

Why do you sit and sing to me?
Why do you whisper when you speak?
Why do you sit and look so sad
With that tear upon you’re cheek?

I’m telling you that I don’t care!
I’ll soon be on my way!
Don’t talk about tomorrow,
I live simply day by day!

Why do you want to carry me?
No one else could take the weight!
And what is this strange thing you say…
‘’Dear friend, it’s not too late’’ ??

A.M.Kenyon